These aren't technomagically conductive rocks, no. They are the most normal rocks imaginable. The everyrock. Any scan for magic of any kind will net zero results.

Angus seems to be having some trouble with the don't-beat-yourself-up clause of this conversation. He's no longer shaking or crying, but he looks extremely downcast, staring down at the ground with a deep frown that is just not ten-year-old boy appropriate.

"But I'm a detective, sir. I should be able to figure things out and present solutions. And I wanted to protect all of you."

. . . Wait. He looks up at Sans suddenly.

"Eyes fall out?" He squints a little. Should he be worried? Should he cover them up?